The morning star has gone to sleep

Pack your things and head out

Take your shoes, pick up your bag

Run barefoot over the gravel to reach the only place you can have peace

You have to get out of there before it's too late to escape

You barely missed discovery

By only a few hours

By the distraction of those close

Wipe the sweat from your brow

Run away from the pain

And I wonder if you know that you'll never escape it

I wonder if you'll lose any remaiing respect that you might have had for yourself

I certainly did

It was a team effort

Was it as good as you thought it would be

Of course it was, you are in love

Tsk, tsk, such a bad girl

Queen of the night

You are the morning star now

At least it's your new best friend

That's the only one you can confide in now

Suppress the one thing you cannot deny to yourself

It's your first waking thought

Your dream

And the only thing to do

Is be the queen of the day

And talk to the moon about your lonliness

That way you can have something to live for

You can hope against hope

Sighing when reality smacks you in the face

But it's not your lip that is bleeding now

Sad little queen of dwelling

Why do you torture yourself this way

It must be the wine

Drink it from your golden goblet

And pray the light doesn't show you its copper appearance

Hope it doesn't show you a mirror

How could you look in it

You would only see the lowly child

And you will only see yourself

The queen of the night, the lord of the day

They all pity you now

But returning their sympathies, you brave the gravel barefoot

You throw the shoes, the bag

In the back

And return to the present

And weep as much for yourself as you weep for the luchious apple of denial and infidelity